Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Wendy Cope 1945-

Flowers
Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.

The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.

It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, Look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while.

1 comment:

  1. On those semi official meetings where people go round a table introducing themselves, one of those questions you get asked at to describe yourself is “if your house was on fire what one position would you save”
    I always say my photo albums, it helps the memory and makes one smile at all the flowers bought and not bought.
    that’s a lovely poem , look back on love and smile look forward and smile to.

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